Boxer's Last Fight, A

Being a practicing sadist and heavily into kink, I'm always on the look for a new experience. What did I have to lose. An email to the guy was easy. A response came the next day with a telephone number. Incredibly, it was a city close to me in Arizona. Reaching the guy on the first call, I asked him what he had in mind.

John was his name. We developed an instant rapport as he related his story to me. Seems John had come down with a weird virus about three years ago. So bad indeed, that he had been just about confined to his home due to weakness. In a search for help he had traveled to Germany to try a treatment that he had read about on the internet and that had helped with the chronic fatigue that he suffered. After enduring two weeks of intravenous medication he began to improve. He finally went home and had a partial recovery but lost much of his sight and hearing as the virus had damaged his nervous system. He had been a very virile gay male boxer who had always been interested in castration. Now that he was ill with no hope of recovery, he wanted someone to put him out of his misery after painful castration and was willing pay a very large sum for the favor.

As he talked, my heart pounded and my dick stiffened. I had to catch my breath. He had everything planned out for an intense erotic final scene and assured me that things were arrainged so that no one would know of my role. I gave him an address to send his written scenario and deposit and told him that I would call again after I had had a chance to think about it.

Well, I decided to give the guy his relief and enrich myself in the process. It doesn't get any better than that. A win win situation. So happens that I had done a few banding jobs in the past and had the tools of the trade. He wanted me to bring that stuff plus restraints but said he had everything else needed. He lived in a secluded desert area so there would be no problem with neighbors. Just to be sure, he had me arrive at 2:00 am.

I arrived as scheduled and as advertized, the house was totally secluded. John answered the door dressed in a hot silver satin boxing robe and black satin pajamas. He was a truely handsome guy about 35 6 footer with a very short crew cut and thin physique. Just my type. He had me undress and gave me a new black satin boxing robe and silver trunks which he said I could keep. He told me to don a pair of gloves while he put on headgear.

I took my tool bag and we went down to his well equipped gym where we began sparring. He took some pretty good punches and held up pretty good for a sick guy.

After about 10 minutes of this I could tell John was tiring so at that point I got him down on the padded massage table and securely tied his hands to the table extensions. He wanted me to leave his robe on so I obliged after pulling off his black satin pants. This revealed a large set of low hanging balls and a semi hard dick oozing precum. I then spred his legs wide and strapped them to the table.

On a side bar was laid out a whole range of torture instruments among them a black leather hood and ball gag. My equipment bag joined them and I took out my chrome Tribander and bag of wide rubber rings. Before beginning I needed to have a little release myself so I lit a joint to get an edge on. I shared this with John who was appreciative and grabbed at my cock which was tenting my loose shorts by this point. I had brought some poppers which I also shared.

Now that John and I were feeling real good it was time to begin.

I snapped some leather ball stretchers at the top of his shaved sac and slowly heated his sac with hot packs warmed the the small microwave above the tool counter. The balls began to hang low which was what we needed to begin the castration process. I popped a thick band on the prongs of my bander and slid it over the low hanging ball sack. John had never had his balls banded before and groaned with the pain as the strong latex band cut into his sac. I told him to quit moaning or I would have to gag him.

I had brought some monster tit torturers made from battery clamps. After massaging his tits thru his robe till they were erect. I open his satin robe and shirt and snapped them on his nipples. He gasped as they dug into his tender flesh. I was really geting into this. My dick was nice and hard as was his. Up for some sucking, I opened my robe and sitting on his chest made him suck me off. He moaned a lot as his balls were really aching now from the tight band and his tits were suffering mightily.

I came in a mighty orgasm as I had been saving up for a week. Cum filled his mouth and throat as I threw myself back. Quickly I grabbed for the ball gag, stuffed it into his cum filled mouth and secured it tightly behind his head. His cock was enormous now and strained for release.

I did not want John to see the next phase of this scene, so I raised his head and pulled on the black leather hood waiting on the sidebar.